Starship, crashing at the edge of the galaxy All you have is rope Tie a knot on it And hang on.
One way passage to the boneyard Where past and present fight At the edge of this dream.
Walking on a field of bones A walk at the edge of these thoughts.
Walking on a field of bones A walk at the edge of these thoughts Another frame and the mist disappears And suddenly there is only blank.
Reality check.
Tremendous grasp of the obvious When I saw my angel lying on the floor.
Painting all the colours of the moonlight shadow in a death row Where only killers cheat consciousness with silly dreams Where pain is the only tool for joy And only way to exit is the dream.